The Thirteen-Member Council

One month later, at Nostramo's Light-Bathed Square.

The entire conscription period lasted for 7 days, and every day hundreds of thousands of people came to Light-Bathed Square.

With his graduation certificates and academic transcripts from Public Judiciary Universities and military academies, he was able to pass the initial screening of the corresponding Legions.

In reality, the Nostramo people only had one choice: the VIII Legion, or the Evernight Legion.

As a result, the other dozen or so Primarch could only stand there and watch.

This can't go on. They're here to recruit soldiers, not to watch the show. This is too much of a bullying.

Their observations revealed that the Eighth Legion had very strict recruitment standards.

Basically, the initial 800-Person Group was responsible for recruiting soldiers.

As for the Thirteen of the Council of the Long Night, they simply watched the current spectacle unfold.

At the same time, the other dozen or so Primarch also noticed the two people who had never shown themselves.

Since the Eighth Legion returned to the Imperium, and since the news of the 13-member Council of the Long Night came out, they have only seen eleven of them to date.

Chief Juror: Sevatar

Assassination Master: Cyrion

Armory Mad Blade: Agrid

Chief Steward: Shen

Soul Hunter: Talos

Motorbike boss: Sandamel

Gang Knights: Aequus Mordred

Assault Grand Master: Impetus

Bronze Wall and Iron Rampart Fortress: Defensio

Commissar Evernight: Animus

Legion Commander: Pusilock

If they hadn't gone directly to Nostramo and met their Uncle, they would have only met 10 people, because Defensio wasn't in the Legion's brief history at that time.

Defensio's abilities are so great that even Dorn, the Stalwart Stone of the Imperium, would praise them highly, which shows just how strong he is.

To this day, the Thirteen of the Council of the Long Night remains in hiding.

Only now have they met the last two people.

Seeing this, the Primarch simply stopped waiting to recruit soldiers.

Anyway, it was agreed that the Eighth Legion would recruit its First Batch.

Once the Eighth Legion has recruited enough men, they will recruit the remaining Reserves. So for now, let's go check on those two people who haven't shown up yet.

"Long time no see, Impetus."

"Wolf of Fenris, it's been a long time."

"Hey, Animus, we agreed when you left that we'd come for drinks sometime. Why didn't you come?"

"Wolf King, your real intention in inviting me over for drinks is probably to make me brew wine, isn't it?"

"Defensio, it's been a long time."

"Long time no see, sir."

Defensio noticed something odd about Dorn's expression.

Because this Imperium Primarch knows how to cook beef brisket.

Moreover, they learned it specifically for themselves.

So much so that Defensio now has a nickname.

Beef brisket Defensio.

He and Talos have fought more than once over this.

As for Talos?

Defensio told him to leave his family.

Because during his time stationed with the Salamanders Legion, whenever he wasn't on combat duty, he would skip work and go to the Salamander' homes to freeload.

The most unreliable Talos became agitated at the mere mention of his family.

This sounds more like someone's going to pick up the soap.

In this way, the two are even.

Therefore, Defensio's feelings towards this man were very complicated.

A complex mix of emotions, tinged with the aroma of beef brisket.

"Hey, Sandamel, long time no see."

"So it's Yesugei, huh? I wonder what new Prophecies you have for me now?"

"Haha, don't joke with me. There's no Prophecy. I just came to see you and also to meet some new friends."

"You White Scars are still so direct," Sandamel said.

"We are the eagles of Chogoris, the steeds of the plains, we..."

"Alright, alright, I've had enough fables. I know you guys are straightforward and don't like beating around the bush."

"Come, let me introduce you. This Madian, a member of the Thirteen of the Council of the Long Night, and also the chief Apothecary of the Eight Hundred. He's Ms. Jia's prized student and Aunt Susan's matchmaker."

"Sandamel, shouldn't you refrain from discussing matchmaking in this kind of setting?"

"Oh, that's great!"

Don't sleep too soundly at night.

"Big Brother, I was wrong."

"That's more like it." After reprimanding Sandamel, Madian looked at Yesugei.

"Hello, Yesugei."

"Hello, hello, this is truly unexpected."

"That's right, he's the only one out of thirteen who wears Glasses."

"Talos, do you want to dance?"

"Tch, so what if you're a medic?"

"Medics are really something, especially since your Uncle wears Glasses too. Do you have a problem with your Uncle?"

"Besides, my Uncle picked out these Glasses for me."

"Alright, you two stop bickering," Han Mingxuan said helplessly.

"That's right, that's right."

"Animus, don't think I don't know you taught Madian those smooth talk skills."

"Isn't this a great teaching method? He used to be such a quiet person, Uncle, don't wrong me."

"Seriously, everyone, we're recruiting." Sevatar spoke up, and everyone fell silent.

"This is Draco Tu'en, the Archaeology," Sevatar said, pointing to the last member.

"Archaeology?"

Everyone looked over curiously. Why would there be Archaeology in the Council of the Long Night?

"Yes, I am indeed Archaeology, and also a professor of Archaeology at Nostramo Public University."

"You're recruiting soldiers, can't you be a little more assertive? Your Uncle told you to hide, not like this."

Sevatar looked at this refined-looking guy who was hiding his true abilities but was actually the most ruthless among the Thirteen, and he was really furious.

"Okay, let me 13-member Council of the Long Night myself. I'm Draco Tu'en, Archaeology and a Beta-level Psyker. My Psychic Power talent is Psychic Power Amplification."

"What?! A Beta-level Psyker?! And with Psychic Power Amplification?!"

Magnus roared, shielding all his brothers behind him, his single eye fixed on Draco, filled with Greed.

"Calm down, sir. I won't lose control; on the contrary, I'm always rational."

"Being rational is good, we should be rational." Lorgar said, walking up to Draco.

Curze, who had been leisurely enjoying himself, realized, "Oh well, these guys have started Greed again."

What level of growth are you likely capable of achieving?

"It's hard to say, sir."

What does "hard to say" mean?

"Mine is a percentage increase."

"Percentage increase?! Are you sure?!"

Magnus gripped Draco's shoulders tightly, refusing to let go.

"Yes, percentage increase."

"What are the specific figures?"

"It fluctuates between 13% and 39%."

"What???"

Are there still humans in Nostramo?

"Can anyone get boosted?"

"There's no way to amplify the power of Alpha- level and higher Psyker."

Fear!

That's really scary!

Now they finally understood why the Legion's concise history had been kept secret.

Well, Curze, you're pretty cunning!

With such a strong member, how come they've kept it hidden until now?